My Honda 250... a XLR 250 Baja. Read my first experience with that bike.
Back in 2001, I went to a used bike dealer and, out of the blue, bought a 1996 Honda XLR Baja 250. I only had previous experience riding my brother's YDR125.
Well. I payed and then the dude tells me to come tomorrow, sign the paperwork and pick up the bike. TOMORROW!!!
No way! I'm riding right now. No papers, no driver's license, no plate... just the bike and me.
After I hardly climbed the TALLEST bike ever, kick started it and decide to hit the street. Well... I took off and ended up in the middle of the road, with a stalled engine and a bus coming right towards me. Luckily, I didn't fall.
After I managed to restart the bike, I decided to go home.
After a couple a minutes, I understood there was something wrong with the steering. It had some sort of 'click' just in the middle, which prevented you from doing a smooth ride. So, there I go, driving awkwardly, avoiding main roads, but really happy. Until.... .... ... THERE COMES A COP AND PULLS ME OVER!!!!
He asks for my license... papers.... at least I had the Invoice the dealer gave me. I was asked to follow him to the Copland. After I arrived, I was seated beside some odd looking guy. After maybe half and hour, there comes another cop and writes me a ticket worth a month of salary. :157:
And of course, they wouldn't let me go riding the bike. I had to call my brother to come and pick the bike. To make things worse, that day was his son's birthday, and he was setting things up for the party and had a lot to do back home.
After maybe and hour, my brother arrived with an 'I hate you face'. Took the bike and left my car in the police parking lot for me to drive home. After I start the car, there comes the same cop and ask me for the car's papers and my license. At least this time everything went fine.
Three months later, I crashed that bike against a car that ran a stop sign...